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Holy shit. I said it.
And my words are not lost on her. Her eyes fill with tears as she nods at the two of us and leaves the room.
This leaves me with Bogdan. “Want to go out to the pool?” I ask.
He waves his arm. “After you,zolotse.”
We pad barefoot over the terra cotta tiles until we reach the pool deck. The evening breeze makes me feel like I can breathe again, and in the far-off distance, moonlight glitters on the ocean, reminding me there are still beautiful things in this world.
“Just breathtaking,” I whisper.
It’s bizarre, being surrounded by such magnificence, but also a life in such shambles.
“I’m going in for a swim,” Bogdan says, pulling his T-shirt off and dropping his shorts and boxers.
Goddamn, he’s delicious naked.
I glance toward the house. “What about my mom?”
He shrugs. “She’s in the kitchen. But it’s also dark out.” He dives in and surfaces at the other end of the pool.
Oh, what the hell.
I shrug off my nightgown and dive right in after him. And I’m so glad I do. The water calms me, momentarily soothing some of the day’s rough edges. It doesn’t eradicate them altogether, not that I expect it to, but it does provide some relief, and for that I’m grateful.
I swim over to Bogdan, where he’s resting on the edge of the infinity pool.
“Such a pretty girl. You look like a mermaid with your hair slicked back and water dripping from your eyelashes.”
He leans forward to kiss me deeply, and in spite of all that’s been going on, I feel that familiar clench between my legs, like a little friend calling out, ‘hey, I’m down here, don’t forget about me.’
I almost laugh at that. But I have something serious to talk about.
“I want him punished,” I say. “My father.”
Holy shit. I said it. I actually said it.
Bogdan looks at me silently, as if trying to assess my seriousness.
I continue. “He’s a bad man. If he isn’t taken care of, he will never leave me alone.”
I wait for him to say something. He’s choosing his words carefully, I can tell. He doesn’t take what I’m asking for lightly, and I respect that.
“Consider it done,” he says simply.
Wow. That’s all there is to it? I put in an order, and the guys fill it?
“How will you do it? When will you do it?” I ask.
Bogdan runs a finger down my chest until he reaches my erect nipple. “Don’t worry about that.”
“Will you tell me when you’ve done it?” I ask.
He laughs. “Yes,malishka. Yes, I will.”
Relief washes over me in a rush so intense, I am scared. Am I that vengeful? Am I that hateful? Have I asked that my own father be killed?
Am I just as bad as he is?
